a polar what?

Gilgamesh was pleased that Rivin had volunteered, but his other two... Why did it have to be his two of his youngest sons? It would only mean more stress as he tried to keep track of both the ursine and their shenanigans. As they stood on the beach, assessing their target, it did appear the boys wanted to at least try. Their sounding awe and maybe some fear left a chuckle in his throat. Ah why yes, it was perhaps the largest predator they could have ever come across. Hope they're ready for this. Gil thinks to himself as he watches the trio charge forward. Had he not told them to pick at the bear to run it off instead of taking it down?

Inhaling deeply, he gives his head a little shake before taking off toward the group. Sand flies up behind him as he stretches his legs out over the familiar terrain. Good and bad memories both, Gil was happy to be back. With Rivin on a shoulder, Wake on a hip, and Tarnish on its tail, Gil faced it head on. While the bear attempted to swipe behind it, its lumbering and large arms weren't quite capable of reaching that far. Instead, it turned on the Raid King as he lunged for its snout. Barking loudly and kicking sand up at its face, Gil taunted the bear so that its fury would be placed solely on him.